I think I was there for...maybe three or four weeks. I didn't keep track of the days. [ It had felt much longer than that, though, he thinks. Naegi goes quiet and pulls out a treat from his pocket, which he tosses up for Yumie to catch mid-air. There are things he'd like to talk about because maybe they would become easier to deal with if he gets them off his chest, but at the same time he's not sure he should dump his problems on Ishimaru. ]

I think I can handle elevators. My, um, execution was called "Detention"... [ He immediately trails off there, collecting his thoughts. The name should be enough for Ishimaru to figure out that it was school themed, right? ]

...So it's mostly just classrooms I can't handle. [ And pancakes. But he's not going to mention anything related to the soylent green butter. ]